I'm a Poet, But I Don't Know It...
...But My Feet Show it, Because they're Longfellows. Speaking of Longfellow: Listen my children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere He jumped in his car, stepped on the gas. The bottom fell out and he slid on... the grass. I'll always remember such little silly poems I memorized as a child. For example: Admission is free, pay at the door. Choose your seats and sit on the floor. Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps. Cross eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants. I stand here before you, sitting behind you, to tell you a story I know nothing about. One bright day in the middle of the night. Two dead boys came out to fight. Back to back they faced each other. Drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise. And came to arrest the two dead boys. And if you don't believe this lie is true. Ask the blind man, he saw it too! Whenever I'm asked how many days there are in a certain month, I recite this: T...